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cowardness in meeting a Negro who is your equal. I know not why you
an Anglo Saxon the logical successor of Christ should be afraid of a Negro
who is vastly your inferior — answer D____ you answer. I have seen the
golden sun kiss the hot sands of Africa. I have seen the white cap mountains
send down their torrent streams into the valley below. I have heard the cry of the
[?], and the shouts of the multitude, as their King and Emperor passed
them by. In hours of sadness and depression my heart has been much glad
in the laughter of the Children, but the Copperhead Rebel who is not afraid of the Negro
is still standing at the weaning station waiting for the coming of the [Aloes?]
Train. As a Coward you are the finest example of a modern Judas Iscariot to day,
for you act just like a wimpering cur, for you act like one who has been given
Bend the Bow of Ulysses. I know that you are my Superior but this one fact I also know
that there is wandering today along the Shores of the Acheron many Copper Head
Rebels who would be Niggers to day, they could only [?]. Had I been one of those
beautiful Octoroon women whom you Copper Head Rebels rave so much about. Had
I written to you to come and love me long, love me strong, love me the
ever whole day long. Had I been one of those beautiful Creoles with my
raven locks and winning smiles, not one of you Old Grey Head Devils
would have missed the golden opportunity. You would have [dynomited?] a
sale and hired an [aeroplane?] to tie to my side. Your intellectual vanity is so
full of egotism and ignorance that there is no form to base your personal
character upon. It is your desire to keep up the [?] against the Negro, as
long as you can find some one who acts injustice against his fellow man
and us are only exceeded by the munificent acts of his Satanic majesty.
You enjoy the premier distinction of being a first Sap Head a leach
upon the social, moral, political and religious and commercial life
of the South. You are the Load Stone that is fast [?] down your sons
and daughters, and it is this that is fast driving the South behind
all other sections of the County. There is not enough love for home, not
enough self respect for race, nor society and entirely to much love for
Negro women. I am the Black Ulysses, is there a White man who can
Bend my Bow? Yes I am a Negro and I bow my self before you because
you are my superior, yes, you are my superior. Yes your superiority is
such that no Negro the heart of Africa could or would be ashame to owne
you as one of their owne, for you can device such deviltry for a Christian
Gentlemen, that you put even us Negros to shame. Your chivalry is known
the world over, for robbing the Negro Cradle of its virtue. The soil has not been
tilled nor the seed planted, the die has not as yet been made nor the mold
cast to create a Copper Head Rebel or Anglo Saxon who has the moral courage
to accept of this challenge. I believe as firmly as I believe in a God that the
only Anglo Saxon who would accept of this challenge, would be the man
who is friendly to the Race, but dares to uphold the dignity of the White Race.

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